Terror in the Ranks

A “rollicking good”, “gripping, hectic roller-coaster” and “frenetic” thriller delving into a murky world of intrigue and suspense, as a senior agent of the Australian Federal Police uncovers a chilling conspiracy of political corruption and terrorism preparing to be unleashed upon the world. More

A family’s been wiped out.This was no accident.Superintendent Aaron of the Australian Federal Police knows the whole scene is far more complicated than just some deranged serial killer. Terrorism has arrived on Australian shores, and it’s the monster within.A religious coup in Indonesia and a spate of attacks across Australia somehow seem connected as Aaron uncover a widespread and deeply-rooted conspiracy stabbing at the very heart of a nation and its values.Hampered by corrupt agents within senior ranks, Aaron finds at stake is a terrible secret the government would only ever bring out in time of national peril. As essential support structures are infiltrated and sabotaged by shadowy co-conspirators, it’s a race against the odds to prevent Australia’s dread secret escaping and creating terror on the world stage.

A self-described Sydney-based sentient pocketful of stardust, Rob prefers to celebrate the universe with his creativity, be it painting, sculpting, drawing, casting metal, writing, or pretty much anything else involving making stuff. He has deep passions for art, history, chocolate, beautiful things, peace, love, cats, chocolate, great literature and chocolate.

Rob was born just in time for Woodstock but too young to get there and appreciate it, dammit. Rob is part-Scottish, part-German, mostly Australian, all mad and therefore an artist and writer with delusions of success.

A voracious devourer of books from a young age, Rob started writing stories around age ten. Growing up more physically than mentally, he graduated with a Bachelor of Arts degree in English before starting his own small business, writing in his spare time. Now in the thick end of his forties, ill health has forced retirement from professional life, leaving him to work on his art and writing, which he would dearly love to do for a living.

He sells his art on Etsy and Bluethumb, and his writings on Amazon and Smashwords and Barnes & Noble and frankly anywhere else online.

He has dreams of being one of those rare creatures who can make a living from what they create, chiefly because health reasons keep him largely housebound and away from digging ditches, marshalling supermarket trolleys, cleaning up litter or other stellar career choices. Until he sells anything, he starves a lot.

Rob is scared of grasshoppers, door-knockers, spelling errors, horror movies, molten metal, fundamentalists and having to leave the house. Rob is not scared of spiders, snakes, things that go bump in the night, intelligent people or embarrassingly enormous wads of cash being handed to him.